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In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your For it is thine.

pains Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Are registered where every day I turn Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King. you dress me

Think upon what hath chanced; and at more time, In borrowed robes ?

The interim having weighed it, let us speak Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet ; Our free hearts each to other. But under heavy judgment bears that life

Ban. Very gladly. Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Macb. Till then enough.—Come, friends. Combined with Norway, or did line the rebel

[Exeunt. With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He laboured in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confessed and proved, Scene IV.–Fores. A Room in the Palace. Have overthrown him. Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: 1

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN,

LENOx, and Attendants. The greatest is behind.— Thanks for your pains.Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,

Those in commission yet returned ? Promised no less to them?

Mal. My liege, Ban. That, trusted home,

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

With one that saw him die : who did report Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 't is strange:

That very frankly he confessed his treasons; And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

Implored your highness' pardon; and set forth The instruments of darkness tell us truths; A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Win us with honest trifles, to betrạy us

Became him like the leaving it: he died In deepest consequence.

As one that had been studied in his death, Cousins, a word, I pray you.

To throw away the dearest thing he owed, Macb. Two truths are told,

As 't were a careless trifle.
As happy prologues to the swelling act

Dun. There's no art
Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. To find the mind's construction in the face :
This supernatural soliciting

He was a gentleman on whom I built
Cannot be ill: cannot be good. If ill,

An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin !
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:

Enter Macbeth, Banduo, Rosse, and Angus.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion The sin of my ingratitude even now
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

Was heavy on me : Thou art so far before, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow Against the use of nature ? Present fears

To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved ; Are less than horrible imaginings :

That the proportion both of thanks and payment My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Shakes so my single state of man, that function More is thy due than more than all can pay. Is smothered in surmise; and nothing is,

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, But what is not.

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Ban. Look how our partner's rapt. Is to receive our duties : and our duties Macb. If chance will have me king, why chance Are, to your throne and state, children and may crown me,

servants ; Without my stir.

Which do but what they should, by doing everyBan. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their Safe toward your love and honour. mould

Dun. Welcome hither : But with the aid of use.

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Macb. Come what come may;

To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. | That hast no less deserved, nor must be known Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your | No less to have done so, let me infold thee, leisure.

And hold thee to my heart. Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain Ban. There if I grow, was wrought

The harvest is your own.


Dun. My plenteous joys,

Art not without ambition ; but without Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

highly, And you whose places are the nearest, know, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, We will establish our estate upon

And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou ’dst have, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,

great Glamis, The Prince of Cumberland : which honour must That which cries, “ Thus thou must do, if thou Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

have it; But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And that which rather thou dost fear to do, On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, And bind us further to you.

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Macb. The rest is labour which is not used And chastise with the valour of my tongue for you:

All that impedes thee from the golden round I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem The hearing of my wife with your approach; To have thee crowned withal.—What is your So, humbly take my leave.

tidings? Dun. My worthy Cawdor ! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland! That is

Enter an Attendant. a step

Atten. The King comes here to-night. On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Lady M. Thou 'rt mad to say it:

[Aside. Is not thy master with him? who, wer 't so, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Would have informed, for preparation, Let not light see my black and deep desires : Atten. So please you, it is true: our thane is The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be

coming: Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. One of my fellows had the speed of him;

[Exit. | Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, Than would make up his message. And in his commendations I am fed;

Lady M. Give him tending; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :

[Exit Attendant. It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;

And fill me, from the crown to the toe, topfull
Scene V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,

Stop up the access and passage to remorse;

That no compunctious visitings of nature Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between “They met me in the day of success; and I have

The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in

And take my milk for gall, you murdering mithem than mortal knowledge. When I burned in

nisters, desire to question them further, they made them Wherever in your sightless substances selves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I You waiton nature's mischief! Come, thick night, stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! the king, who all-hailed me • Thane of Cawdor;' | That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with,

To cry, “ Hold, hold !”—Great Glamis ! worthy * Hail, king that shalt be!'—This have I thought

Cawdor! good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of

Enter Macbeth. rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.”

Thy letters have transported me beyond
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be This ignorant present, and I feel now
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy The future in the instant.

Macb. My dearest love,
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, Duncan comes here to-night.
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great; Lady M. And when goes hence ?

Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.

Lady M. Your servants ever Lady M. O, never

Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in Shall sun that morrow see!

compt, Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Still to return your own. Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Dun. Give me your hand; Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, flower,

And shall continue our graces towards him. But be the serpent under it. He that’s coming | By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Scene VII.The same. A Room in the Castle. Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. · Macb. We will speak further.

Hautboys and torches. Enter and pass over the Lady M. Only look up clear;

stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes To alter favour ever is to fear :

and service. Then enter Macbeth. Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt. Macb. If it were done when 't is done, then

't were well
It were done quickly. If the assassination

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Scene VI.-The same. Before the Castle. With his surcease success; that but this blow

Might be the be-all and the end-all here, Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DonALBAIN, BANQUO,

We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases

We still have judgment here; that we but teach Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, &. Attendants.

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice Unto our gentle senses.

To our own lips. He's here in double trust : Ban. This guest of summer,

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Strong both against the deed: then, as his host, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Who should against his murderer shut the door, Smells, wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:

So clear in his great office, that his virtues Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The air is delicate.

The deep damnation of his taking-off':

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Enter LADY МлсВЕтн.

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Dun. See, see! our honoured hostess ! Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, | That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, To prick the sides of my intent, but only
And thank us for your trouble.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, Lady M. All our service

And falls on the other–How now, what news? In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend

Enter Lady Macbeth. Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Lady M. He has almost supped: Why have Your majesty loads our house. For those of old,

you left the chamber? And the late dignities heaped up to them,

Macb. Hath he asked for me? We rest your hermits.

Lady M. Know you not he has ? Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? Macb. We will proceed no further in this We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose

business: To be his purveyor: but he rides well;

He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Golden opinions from all sorts of people, To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, We are your guest to-night.

Not cast aside so soon.

Lady M. Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting “I dare not" wait upon “I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage ?

Macb. Pr'y thee, peace :
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M. What beast was it, then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man ;
And to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They have made themselves, and that their fit-

ness now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this.

Macb. If we should fail,
Lady M.

We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we 'll not fail! When Duncan is asleep
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers? who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell.

Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted metal should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and used their very daggers, That they have done 't?

Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death?

Macb. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.


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